“Yes I do.” He smiled softly, then it fell a little, but he didn’t say anything. When she was finished talking to the bartender he smiled. “No problem. Oh, good good.” He glanced at her arm. “Are you okay? You seem nervous about something.”
She smiled innocently, “I’m fine, just a little uh…on edge I guess, just needed to lend a little money.” She ran a hand through her white hair, “So, Mr Tony, how old are you?” She asked curiously as Antonio gave her another glass of diet coke.
“I’m 30.” Tony smiled. “I would ask for yours, but I’m pretty sure girls don’t like that.” He laughed a little
Tony caught up to Maria just as a man had tapped her shoulder. “Maria!” Tony scolded. “What are you doing?! You know not to go anywhere alone!” He picked her up and shrugged the man off.
“Daddy!” Maria said clinging to her father. “Bu nobdy pay wif Mawia. De aw busy.” She insisted holding on tight to her father.
“That doesn’t mean you can run off!” He sighed, “I’m sorry sweetie, but you scared Daddy.”
“What you did? You going to play dumb with me, really? You know damn well what you did.”
Loki tensed and tried his best to look up at the other, pale eyes still unable to see the unknown man he was talking to. He truly didn’t know what he had did, yet he didn’t even know where he was and it was starting to make him more uneasy then he’d ever like to be. He just wanted this whole conversation to work itself out and be over with. “I-I.. I truly know not what you speak of…”
Tony frowned. Loki wasn’t one to play dumb, so what had happened? Why didn’t he remember anything? “You actually don’t know what I’m talking about?”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“and yet you have me anyways. What a lucky man.”
“Anytime, Mr. Stark.” She sat back down on the bed, not sure what to say or do. To be so close to such a man made her heart pound with excitement. “Is there anything else?” She grabbed the glass of water, suggesting he should drink more.
He took the glass and drank from it. “Not for now. Just… stay.”
Man of Iron and the God of Mischief. Greetings to you both.
“Uh, hey. Who are you?”
Mikey wasn’t stuck. He hadn’t asked for help on homework in years, so he wasn’t stuck. He just needed someone to check his work. Right. That was totally it. He walked down the stairs to his dad’s workshop, typing his code in and stepping in. “H-hey Dad?”
Tony looked up at his son. “Hey Mikey, what’s up?”
Mun: Really, you shouldn’t be doing that…